Page 64 of Riding the Pine

Fuck. I’m going to blow. I tip my head back. Maybe if I don’t look at how beautiful she is I’ll last longer than a few seconds. I want to give my girl everything I can but the joy of having a long first time together isn’t looking likely.

“Eyes on me, Gizmo.” Her voice doesn’t help in my eagerness to come, and I have to slow to a stop for a beat to compose myself.

“I swear I’m not normally like this.”

“Like what? So eager to come inside me that you can’t help but blow your load? I damn well hope not, Scottie. If you were like this all the time, then what would be special about it?” She cups my face, bringing my head down to hers and kisses me. After a couple seconds, she drops a hand to my ass and digs her nails in, encouraging me to go harder, or faster, or y’know, at all.

When I move, she flickers her walls around me, and the stars reappear. She looks up at me with the sparkling mischief I love about her on full display, like she’s trying to make me shoot my load early.

Fine. If she wants it hard and fast even if it’s simply for a few thrusts, then she’ll get it. I grip the sheets on both sides of her head and go to town. My thrusts are so hard her bed rocks, slapping the headboard off the wall as I fuck her.

It’s a short-lived blast of energy. She sinks her fingernails into my shoulders as her hips meet mine with every thrust, but it’s too much, I can’t hold back. It’s coming like a runaway train, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

No, no, no.

My balls are so tight, so heavy, they’re going to blow.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Think of the president. Fuck, no. I don’t want to go floppy. I still want to get my girl off, but I just—“Shiiiiiiit.”

I breathe through my spine-tingling, light head inducing release and collapse on top of Athena with a heavy slap.

“I’m so sorry.” I groan into her hair.

She giggles or tries to. It’s hard to do much of anything when you have a fully grown hockey player splatted out on top of you. “It’s okay, I think it’s kind of adorable.”

Adorable.

Sex with me is adorable.

That’s not really the rousing praise I was going for.

“Just wait until I’m ready to go again. Third time’s the charm.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince her, or me, and I’m not sure if it’s convincing either of us to be honest.

She laughs again as I find my arms and manage to push myself up enough to not completely squash my girlfriend. “I believe you.”

She’s teasing, but I really don’t want her to feel like I can’t satisfy her. I want to satisfy the shit out of her. Iwillsatisfy the shit out of her. I just need to tell my sixteen-year-old self to get it together.

I still have plenty of other ways to blow her pretty, little mind.

Sliding down the bed, I pull out, not giving a crap if I get my come on her sheets, in fact, I kind of love the idea. She grabs me by the front of my hair and yanks my head up. “Where are you going?”

“To eat you out and make you come all over my face.”

Her eyes widen in horror. “Are you crazy? Your cum is literally leaking out of me.”

Where’s she going with this? She stares at me for a long moment like she’s waiting for something to hit me.

“Okay, and?”

“You’re not grossed out by that?”

Am I? I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve eaten Tate’s cooking, and I’m pretty sure nothing in the world tastes worse than that. And if getting a little of my own cum on my own tongue will help me blow Athena’s mind, then there are definitely far worse things I could have in my mouth. “No?”

She purses her lips. Is she trying to figure out whether I’m serious?

After what feels like a painfully long time—because, hello, trying to eat my girl out here—she nods. “That’s kind of hot.” She waves in the direction of her crotch. “Proceed.”

CHAPTER 26

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